Sign of the times, or maybe of some other times
I wasn’t sure at first glance why this appealed, but it slowly released itself to me. I like evidence of human activity in places, over time – someone trying to be heard or trying to scratch a living in the city. And here, right on the ground where you walk, someone is trying to get you to move on some distance further to their Turkish Bath and arcade, or is perhaps anxious that you’ve reached this far, looking for it, but might still yet fail to find it. And the thing has some age to it – it’s an antique left there in the street for anyone to use or photograph or walk over. And I think ultimately it has a kind of beauty, like the walls of an old castle.